A recent LiveJournal entry by Jennifer Simon made me think that maybe she had some insight into Lizzie’s state of mind in 1892. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a hassle over computers and downloading, but the proximity issues combined with insecurities and communication problems would certainly add to the violent mix.
The entry is not only well written, but an eloquent psychological analysis of what it must be like to be 30 and living at home.
Lizzie Borden took an ax. . . . .
When I was growing up Lizzie Borden was my hero. She was bold, she was honest, and she did very little to cover up what she did. I can just imagine her with the police: “My mother? Oh no, she’s not my mother. She’s my step mother. Murdered you say? With an ax? Well that’s something, isn’t it.”The more I think about her, the more it feels like I can relate. She was in her thirties (which I will be, eventually) and still living with her parents (which I am, currently). And her alibi? She wasn’t killing her parents, she was in the shed binging on pears! Personally I wouldn’t eat in our shed, and I don’t binge on fruit (except rasins). Lizzie and I weren’t separated at birth but I think we would have been friends.
I’m not actually going to hurt my parents. My mom just made me extrememly angry this morning. Apparently, I download too much and that makes our internet slow. I have not done anything different. I have not been downloading more lately. I have not done anything. Yet I pretty much daily face her accusations and lectures about how I’m being inconsiderate (wtf? Get a freaking hobby mom!). She has no idea how to use the computer. Seriously! A few weeks ago I bought her a set of card games and she had to ask me how to close the program. Umm . . . . try the x button at the top right? And yet she feels justified in telling me that my usage is too much. And she decided that *we* agreed that I would never download anything ever again. HELL NO. I never agreed to that. She doesn’t pay any attention to reality. She just doesn’t.
I’m so mad at her. She just isn’t all there (and she’s getting worse with age). It’s so frustrating, I give up. Forget it! I’m just not going to talk to her anymore. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about and there’s no convincing her otherwise.
